dreams for my daughter

Yes, I dream that Blythe will know the Lord. Yes, I dream that she will get a job she loves, a husband she adores that treats her right, and lives a fulfilling life.

BUT...

I also dream that she has an imagination like I had as a child. An imagination that knew the sky was bigger than I could see out my window.

I dream she sees beyond a grove of trees and pictures a living world of fairies in their branches.

I dream she understands the art and grace of make believe, using it to turn dolls into her best friends for hours in her bedroom.

I dream she can look at a blank piece of paper and see it as a canvas for the story in her head or the picture on her mind.

I dream she can travel through centuries and seasons and epic battles while wandering in her backyard.

I dream she favors the pages of a book more than the flashes of pictures on a television.

I dream she can play follow the leader by herself, completely oblivious to the stares of anyone watching this miraculous feat.

I dream she crawls through mud, and makes recipe soup from plants, and catches snakes in the garden.

I dream she plants a piece of charcoal she steals from the grill, thinking if she checks back in a week it will have turned into a diamond.

I dream she has a box under her bed of scraps of paper, fabric, glitter, and hot glue that she uses to create masterpieces.

I dream she lays in bed at night creating poems.

I dream that she knows the land keeps on going beyond the horizon.

I dream she plays dress up, letting a grandmother's old hat and gloves transform her into a queen.

I dream she believes that Narnia exists.

I dream that her little years will be filled with wonder, and sparkles, as she frolics through the endless possibilities of her imagination.